You're Gifted

They're always talking "you're gifted"

Walking I'm lifted like water under my feet I'm Christian.

Form and order number my system.

My vision reports a prism, a source, a decision cluttered by doors.

I've always suffered from comfort even in the struggle of wars.

I'm covered in sores from sons of puppets with swords.

Hundreds of little cuts on my corpse.

Blood & guts on their forks.

But I always come back with force.